Saturday, July 15, 2017

Lazy Susan

Lazy Susan (a.k.a. Sally Wagon, or Dragon Sally, or Downtrodden Sally or Lazy Zan-Zu) is a turntable (rotating tray) placed on a table or countertop to aid in distributing food. ~Wikipedia

A brother and I remain divided regarding glaring political dramas currently dominating the world stage. The impasse appears to be based on an inability to find the common ground of authenticity. I am fascinated by this divide because I think it is emblematic of the division occurring now in the collective American psyche.

Ira Glass recently aired a story on This American Life  which unveiled the mechanics behind the David Copperfield illusion which made the statue of Liberty appear to disappear.

It turns out, the entire audience was on a giant Lazy Susan. When the curtain raised blocking the view of Liberty, the congregation rotated on a giant turntable unawares that their perspective had changed. 

You see, it all revolves around the point of view and the agendas of those controlling the point of view. A way to not be tricked, punked & socially engineered by these clever media magicians is to get off of your comfortable position. Get off the turntable. Gather as many viewpoints as possible. Settle on none. Broaden your perspective. Embrace uncertainty. Update accordingly. 

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Surf report for Sunday 26th of March 2017

The waves paraded around in a jumbled mess while the horizon spun to meet the sun. I managed to pop up on a bunch of in and outs. Rollers and sections combined to frustrate those of us floating on anything but long boards. I was on a performance longboard 8'6 and would have been better off on a 9 ft log.  The current flowed towards the pier as is the norm but it was deceptively strong. We were always paddling to stay in the same area.  Launching on the right wave required patience, discernment and luck. I found solace in just being able to pop up.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Ticket to the Present {excerpt 1}

Religions and governments act like dams for many cage free humans. These same censorship practices exist within all our psyches - singularly - so it should be of no surprise to see this pattern continued in the macro ripples. How much knowledge can you take in? Is it possible to drown in data? How do you determine integrity? What has been replacing the clogged institutionalized information filtration systems? In this case, ignorance is not just bliss, it appears necessary for the prevalent operating system to exist."

~MK Byrne (excerpt from Ticket to the Present: Antidotes for mass hysteria)

Monday, January 02, 2017

24 vs La La

I parked behind my destination in a parking garage, crossed a side street and then walked around 2 corners before reaching the entrance. The gym felt & looked clean. Most of the people working held their head high and wore warm smiles.  The girls at the desk all were upbeat and friendly - schooled well on how to win over the 3 day passers like myself. The manager made me feel at home and could probably see jacuzzis swirling in my eyes because he kept the orientation super brief, asked a couple questions and then I was let loose. The locker room was uncrowded. I did not have a lock so I spent about 3 minutes figuring out how to use one of the comped ones. Entering the pool from the men’s locker room means the first thing you see is the pool. I walked along it, 25 yards in length, 3 lanes watching the 2 swimmers. One used a snorkel, the other had flippers. Together, i think, they’d be complete. I walk around the corner and see R’s shiny bald head sticking out of the jacuzzi. Expressionless except for his eyes. His eyes are screaming something. I can’t hear them. It’s like they’re 20 thousand leagues under the sea... I join him in the hot water. It has a capacity of 24 people. The thought of 24 people in here stuffed like sardines sends a cold tingle up my spine. R's already paid for a year. He wants me to join. R talks up 24. I listen. R talks down 24’s less expensive competition, La La. It’s a class issue in his mind. You pay less but the people there are from a lower class, a lower stock. It’s New Year’s Day and thankfully, its not crowded in the jacuzzi or pool. I end up swimming 250 yards free style and a 100 yards back stroke. Later, my burning eyes spent many hours reminding me of why its a good idea to wear goggles when swimming in diluted chlorine. 

The steam room felt nice. I breathed in the Eucalyptus infused vapor encouraging my body to relax and release. R tells me how some guests pour water over the thermostat to make more steam. It breaks then. Takes a couple weeks to fix. I can barely see him. It’s supremely steamy. R tells me that the women never go in the steam room. They think it’s 'gross'.

Back in the big square 24 capacity jacuzzi, I quietly share a pattern to R. “The girls all wear clothes in the sauna.” R just stares. I whisper: "They’re wearing sneakers too.” 
R stares at me with his silently screaming bulging eyes. He speaks: “Yah, they’re not supposed ta wear shoes in there. Every once in a while someone complains and then 24 kicks the rule breakers out of the sauna.”

Gym culture has changed since the last gym I belonged to. I’m stunned. R and I discussed this custom a bit but the initial confusion I felt while sitting in the sauna with these three women, remained They all had all their clothes on - sneakers too! And their ears and eyes were plugged into their smart phones. No one looked at anyone. No one made a sound. Later in the jacuzzi, R tells me: “Yah. It’s coed. And nobody wants to have to talk to anyone.” I just stare. “Yah, its too dirty for them. They think it’s gross.”

“Isn’t it too hot for a smart phone in there?” “Hey, they're probably afraid to bring their phones into the steam room. Clearly, the steam room is hostile to smart phones.”

R just stares at me. A few beats later, he says “Yah.” 

Thursday, October 27, 2016

The presidential election is rigged.

Hillary was a shoe-in for 2016 before Obama was sworn in - in 2008. The presidential election is rigged. It is a farce. And it doesn't even have to be hidden anymore because enough Americans have been thoroughly indoctrinated by the time they reach the voting age. Many of us have our entire psyche invested in the dominant delusions - (We live in a democracy, voting is our civic duty, our votes count for something, we must go to war to protect obsolete fossil fuels or preserve democracy or topple a dictator, the earth was created for humans to exploit etc.). Most are incapable of recovering from the cavernous disillusionment that occurs when we realize we have been living in a tree of lies our entire lives. A snake sheds its skin when it's ready. It's much easier for people to label others as idealistic etc then to examine and debug their own personal operating system. We live in an age where free thinkers have become the scapegoats. It appears to me that the USA has an autoimmune disease which has systemically spread to other parts of the world.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Reality Robots #2 (President Gun)

Thursday, August 11, 2016

My new strip: Reality Robots [a post apocalytpic world run by robots and various artificially intelligent objects]

Monday, June 06, 2016

Send me some Bitcoins.

Perhaps, you'd like to send me some Bitcoins. You have so many, you don't know what to do with them. The answer just may be hiding on this website. Here's my Bitcoin address in case you decide to fulfill this irrational urge:


Friday, April 29, 2016

Anatomy of an Archangel

He walks on the ground
You can’t see his wings
One second he’s crying
The next second he sings
Hawks another breath
Heaves another jest
He searches for perches
And then he swings
Hanging on sentences of hordes
He wields his pen just like a sword
He dangles and tugs and then cuts the cords
Wings made of tissue
Head made of stars
He smells like an ape
And sings like a sitar
Head in the clouds
Feet on the ground
Hears infinity
In each ounce of sound

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Just the Facts

I am an American 
No tricks up my sleeve 
Every one needs someone
So maybe we can all be friends
I am an American

I'm in love with Americans
I'm in love with the world
I think I can help it
Therefor I am
I'm in love with miracles
We are all miracles

Lizard wants a fight
Lizard wants to start a war
Lizard wants a flight
Lizard wants to sleep with a whore

I'm in love with a miracle 
God is a miracle
I'm in love with a miracle 
God is a miracle
Glory be to God

I am an American
I find my way by the stars
I shaved my head 
I want to meditate in driverless cars
I'm in love with Americans

God is a miracle
God is a miracle
Glory be to God

Yes, I'm in love with a miracle 
I'm in love with the words
I think I can help us
Therefor I am
I'm in love with a miracle

I am an American 
I am a miracle 
I am an American
I am a miracle 

Glory be to God

Sunday, April 10, 2016

The Breath of Resonance

Do you have trouble staying grounded?
Do you feel like you are slowly drowning in a river of humans?
Have you ever experienced a panic attack?

Out of touch with the divine?
Out of touch with nature?
Out of touch with your intuition?
Out of touch with your breath?

I know precisely what you are going through and it is my honor and privilege to help those of us who have been traumatized by our youthful institutional indoctrinations, dysfunctional upbringing, generational karma etc.  Unable to escape these patterns - we weave nets with our brains which only trap us - giving the false sense that we are actually healing something when all we are doing is running to stand still. We do not condone the use of any drugs to mask our feelings. Every tear drop is worth more than all the gold in the world. We encourage authentic emotional expression.

After receiving my psychology degree at the University of Scranton, I have spent over 20 years exploring and mastering many different breath work modalities - tai chi, qi-gong, the 6 Tibetans, circular breathing, didgeridoo sound work, and Tibetan Buddhist chanting - to name a few.

Breath work can connect our consciousness to both the molecular level and the cosmic continuum. I see it as a creative response to soul deep disturbances.
I have learned that breathing patterns dictate the states, flavors and colors of consciousness. I am now committed and inspired to introduce and teach the essence of over 20 years of breath work:


I customize modalities based on your own particular way of breathing (shallow/upper respiratory - all the way to full body breathers) which place you firmly on the path of resonance. 

What can you expect? The sky is the limit. Learn to rise above with your true wings - your lungs.
Find our what you have been missing out on. Magic has been there/here all along.

Maybe you’re a brilliant singer - it’s all about the breath!
Find the gifts within.
The time is now.